Friday, January 22nd, 2016
This is a poem I wrote a while back for a guy I was seeing at the time, tonight I am dedicating it in honor of Michael Hutchence on what would have been his 56th Birthday. To be absolutely honest, I think I actually wrote this for Michael, though I wasn't consciously aware of it at the time. Happy Birthday, Michael, to a beautiful, gentle soul who left us way too soon ...
(The photo above was taken by Chris Cuffaro in 1993 and all copyrights go to him. You can see a larger version of this on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/p/BAvFTKVRwJZ/).
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A Reuniting of Sorts (Take 1)
I feel this,
sadness in my heart...
such intense,
infinite sadness ...
Who be you
to engrave yourself so deeply
within my soul?
Yet still come and go like
the wind that blows so fiercely within
you ...
... listen! ...
To the voice that
whispers from within ...
The one that cries out to be heard,
the one that will not let you rest
until you are filled...
... your secret needs ...
-- Lynn Swenka 082210-we
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